Lilac

“Fuck,” I heard either Houston or Loren groan from behind.

Bent over like this, I knew they could see Jericho’s monster dick tunneling into me over and over again. The only sound Jericho made was the little puffs of air he released, telling me he was holding himself back from coming.

Even with the blindfold, my eyes were closed.

The feeling was just too good.

I heard soft footfalls and felt the rush of air and clove soap wafting the air when Houston crouched behind me. I stiffened, and as soon as my hips began to slow, Jericho slapped my ass again to keep me moving.

I wasn’t allowed to stop. Not until he was good and ready.

Houston waited patiently.

The three of them quietly listened to my cries echoing around the mysterious room, and I knew it was because they were also enjoying the sound of my sopping pussy being abused.

They didn’t relent until I came hard a second time, and then…

Jericho gripped my hips with both hands.

He didn’t take over fucking me, though.

No.

I was kept seated to the hilt on his dick that was still very much hard.

Wet fingers skimmed my butt cheeks, and I knew they belonged to Houston. I also pieced together what he intended to do just before they pushed between. He circled the entrance to my ass, building up the anticipation until I began to shake in Jericho’s arms before he pushed the tip of his digit inside.

Immediately tensing when he continued pressing, I whimpered Houston’s name, and Jericho soothed me with soft kisses.

“Relax,” he implored me. I shook my head even as I tried to do just that. “You want it to feel good, don’t you?” I placed my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my thighs before nodding weakly. “Then let Houston take care of you, baby. He loves you. We all do.”

Houston placed a kiss on my back, punctuating Rich’s claim as he continued to open me up, slowly, with one finger, and then with two.

God, it was so tight.

There was so much pressure.

If I tried to imagine for a second how his dick would feel, I might not let myself go through with it. So I took my head out of the equation and let my heart and body reign free.

Once Houston worked both of his fingers inside, Jericho began to fuck me from below.

My lips parted at the sensation.

It wasn’t as intense as when they were both inside my pussy at the same time. At least, not yet. Houston stretched me by tunneling in and out, and soon, I was eagerly anticipating each press of his fingers.

Yes. Fuck yes.

I was starting to wonder how I ever lived without this and them when it all came to a halt. Houston had abruptly pulled his fingers free and moved away. Lifting my head, I started to beg him when Jericho stopped fucking me too and spoke.

“Do you trust us?”

I gulped when I realized I didn’t have to think about the answer. That frightened me. After what we’d gone through to get here, it should. Where they once made room for doubt, they now worked overtime to fill that space.

“Yes.”

Jericho’s grip tightened briefly from surprise. He hadn’t been expecting my answer either. I heard the relieved exhale that left him and knew that I would find gratitude in his silver eyes…if only I could see them.

Suddenly, there was a tug on my blindfold as the knot was loosened, and then the cloth was pulled away.

It was dark in here too.

I blinked down at Jericho’s handsome face, which gave nothing away, and then I looked up. My gut-punch reaction told me it was a huge mistake before my brain could catch up.

Wordlessly, I gaped at the wooden planks forming a cross and nailed high near the ceiling. Guilt made my gaze shoot away.

It landed on the altar Houston was casually leaning against just a few feet away.

The very same altar I stood before for three days without food and water while the rest of the town stared and whispered “whore” as they passed by.

It wasn’t just any church Houston, Loren, and Jericho had chosen to fuck me in.

This was Angels of Purity & Faith.

We were in Faithful.

I sucked in a breath just as my jaw was seized from behind, and teeth nipped my cheek. “Ready to give me the rest of my present now?”

Loren.

I listened as he stroked his cock while he waited. The wet sound as he distributed the lube over every inch told me he already knew what my answer would be.

“I shouldn’t be surprised, so why am I surprised?”

“Because you’re complicated,” Loren told me as he pushed me forward. My breasts were now pressed against Rich’s chest again as his hands kept my ass displayed like an offering for his best friend. “It’s what we love most about you.”